Scary Short Stories

Constantine

It's been years.

He really needed a place to stay.

He needed work.

So we helped him out.

Now he lives in our barn.

We provide him with a bed, clothes, and food.

He works for us,

And we pay him.

But what's really going on with him?

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The Helper's POV

She was beautiful. Unlike anything I had ever seen before. She's been sleeping with me here for weeks now. I never told the Pierce residents though. I didn't know what they'd think. Would I be allowed? It was their property.

But one night, I was with her, and I heard noises. Outside.

I freaked out a little and told her to hide. But she was already gone, already hidden. But how? Timothy Pierce entered hesitantly.

"Ben? Are you okay? We're hearing things."

"Yes I'm fine sir. I-I'm hearing it too." I lie.

"Are you sure you don't want to come inside? Just in case?"

He's offered me a room inside multiple times, but I always refuse. I'm homeless. I don't deserve that. I'm here for work only. Plus, the Pierce residence has always freaked me out.

"I'm okay. I'll let you know."

"Okay." He answers reluctantly.

He exits and I let out a breath.

"We need to be more quiet!"

"Who cares?" A voice calls out.

"Constantine? Where are you?"

"Inside." Her voice sounds eerie.

"What? What are you doing? Come back here right now!"

"Come find me. If not, I'm telling them."

"No, don't! Wait!"

I creep inside. Everyone is asleep. I can't be caught in here snooping.

"Constantine?" I whisper. "This isn't funny come out!"

"I can't. You have to find me." She sings out.

"You're freaking me out. What's going on?"

"Hide. And. Seek." She draws out the words slowly.

I groan and enter a room slowly.

She was standing in front of a large, antique-looking mirror. Well not she, it wasn't her.

It was scrawny, its face was wrinkled and evil, its eyes were red. The room was on fire.

It snapped and the fire was gone.

"What are you?"

"Constantine."

"N-no. You're not Constantine."

"I am. And soon," it turns to face me, "you'll look just like me. And we'll live happily together."

"No." I back towards the door. "You're dead."

I dash out and scream for Timothy.

"There's something in your house! It's evil!"

I hear its enormous ear-piercing screech ring through the house as I stumble backwards, searching for Timothy.

Timothy and his wife run out. I point at the room and Timothy throws the door open. The room was on fire again and laughing was heard throughout the house.

The lights went out and the laughing stopped. It was silent.

"You had your chance Ben. Now, you'll all pay." She whispers.

"This is my fault." I apologize to Timothy.

"Forget about that! We need to get this thing out of my house." He says urgently.

All of a sudden, Timothy's wife Rhoda, was jerked out of the room, her screams filling the air.

We ran after her, but it was too late. Rhoda's head was off, and Constantine held the knife. She smirked and chucked the knife straight at me. I dodged and it barely missed me.

She cackles and disappears into thin air, her laugh lingering. I drag Timothy into the living room to grab weapons. He grabs a gun out of a drawer and I grab an iron rod from the fireplace.

A mourning Timothy sneaks around the house with me, gun in hand. I have the iron rod held ready. I tremble as I hear her.

First, she was behind us. Then, in front. She had my neck in her hand before I could even gasp.

She was a demon. I had fallen into her trap. And now I'm paying for it.

"I-I'm sorry Timothy." I get out before a bullet goes right through her head. It didn't do much, but the house burst into flames. Timothy dragged me out of the house and into the barn, my home.

We watch the house burn down as her laughter fades away. I let out a breath as she burns with the house. It's over. It's finally over.

Or so I thought.

By the time I turned to my bed, she was already there, waiting for me. Timothy was dead, hung above us and she turned and lingered toward me.

She slammed me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me.

She bent down and leaned into my ear, "I found you first." My eyesight went red as I watched Constantine return to hell.

The pain came and went quickly, and I felt the evil overtake my body. Now, I'm stuck doing the same as her. I have to do it, or I'll be stuck here forever. I don't want to, but I have no choice.

Watch out ladies.

I'm not what you think I am.

This story is actually based off of a dream I had! Thanks for reading!